Small black fine-line outline of a faceted diamond on the upper arm, beside a black and white patterned shirt sleeve.

Small diamond outline on an upper arm

Geometric · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A small black outline of a faceted diamond sits on the outer upper arm of a person wearing a black and white patterned shirt. The linework is a single consistent black line with internal facet lines dividing the stone into angled sections. The skin tone is warm and the background is softly blurred, keeping the tattoo as the clear focus.

Geometric Upper arm Diamond Gemstone Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now you sit there, and mind the draught from the back door, because Mrs Pell never would fix it. The summer I was sixteen, a man came to the Seaview Boarding House on Carrick Parade with one suitcase and a small box he never opened in front of us. He took the back room over the scullery and paid a month in advance in coins, counted out on the hall table one shilling at a time.

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Every evening he walked out along the breakwater with his hands in his pockets, and every evening the tide had crept a little further up the steps before he came back. My mother said he was counting something. My father said he was a fool who had lost his nerve. What he had lost, as it turned out, was a stone no bigger than a pea, cut into a dozen flat faces so that the lamp in the window broke across it like pond water. He had bought it off a travelling jeweller for far less than it was worth, and then he had been sure someone was watching him for it.

On the last Sunday of August he came down to breakfast and asked my mother for a pencil. He drew on the back of a paper napkin: a stone with lines running through it, sharp at every corner. He said that was how it looked when the sun came through the glass, but no pencil could hold the light. Then he laughed, and we all thought he had gone soft in the head.

The stone turned up that week in the bottom of a lobster pot, where my brother had tipped the rinsings. It still had the shine of a dropped sixpence. Nobody ever saw the man again, but the napkin stayed pinned above the hall mirror for years, and I still look at it every time I come in from the rain.